Donna: John! John, what is
all this banging around?
What are you doing?

John: Banging? That's not
banging, Donna.
What you're hearing is a blind
man just trying to find his way
around through this minefield
that we call life, and failing.

Donna: This minefield
we call life?
What philosophy book did you
get that out of?

John: It wasn't a Philosophy
book.
Actually, it was called
optimist quarterly.

Donna: You know, I don't
understand you at all.
A few days ago, you couldn't
see, and now--

John: Now what?
What now?

Donna: Well, now, I think
you should still be hopeful.

John: Oh, oh, I see.
Well, you see, a couple days ago I could see, and then
I can't see.
It came and it went.
Now, I'm as blind as a bat.
Somehow, that doesn't leave me
with a whole lot of hope.

Donna: Well, I still think
you should look on
the positive side.

John: That's what I'm trying
to tell you.
I can't look on any side.

Donna: Oh, I see. So you're just
going to give up the fight.

John: There's an old saying
in the fight game.
"You can't hit what
you can't see."
Excuse me.

Donna: Oh, John.
No, no, no, don't.
You'll cut yourself.

Wallingford: Is it my
imagination, or have we had
more than our share of storms
this year?

Lisa: What?

Wallingford: Storms.
There's another one moving in
across the lake.
Forked lightning, the whole bit.
I'm afraid we're in for
a drencher.

Lisa: He dragged me onto
the river bank...
And said he was going to teach
me to make love. He touched my face. I tried to run. But he caught
me, and he held me down. I fought, but he--he was much too strong. He forced
himself on top of me. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe.

Jamie: Hi.

Lisa: Oh!

Jamie: What are you writing?

Vince: I shouldn't have
taken you.

Mary: She was very, very upset.

Vince: Of course she's upset.
This is a disaster.
But I want to know
the why of it.

Mary: I feel very badly for her.
This is really a heartbreak,
Vince.

Vince: There's gotta be more
to the explanation
than we're getting.
Now, you're sure she didn't say
something to you, some hint?

Mary: If you give it enough
time, she will tell you
everything.
I'm sure of that.
Right now, she just needs
to know that her family is
there for her.

Vince: She knows that.

Mary: No, she doesn't.
She doesn't know anything except
that she is as unhappy
as it is possible to be.

Adam: Got a check for you,
Vince.

Vince: You got nothing I want.

Adam: It's for the reception.
I said I'd pay for it.

Vince: I don't need your money.

Vince: I want answers.
My daughter has got a broken
heart because of you.
Why did you call off
the wedding? Why don't you be a man
about it this time...
And tell the truth?

Adam: I'm telling you.
It's not right for me to
get married the way I feel
right now.

Vince: Well, that's not
good enough, not by a long shot.

Adam: Well, it's just gonna
have to be good enough.

Vince: You know, it's just like
I don't even know you.
Yesterday, we were happy.
You were happy.
What did you do, burn out
last night?

Adam: That's right.

Vince: You're a liar!

Mary: Vince...

Vince: He's lying, Mary!

Mary: It doesn't do anybody
any good.
This is something that they have
to work out, Adam and M.J.

[Thunder]

Mary: Why don't you guys go in
the kitchen and talk?

Vince: You gonna be all right,
honey?

M.J.: Yeah, Pops, thanks.

M.J.: I want you know how much
I appreciate what you're doing.

Adam: I'm not doing anything.

M.J.: I mean, not telling Pops
the truth.

Adam: Yeah, well, uh...
Ahem. It's not really up to me,
is it?

M.J.: I'm gonna tell him,
just not right now.

Adam: Yeah, I don't think, uh,
now is exactly the best time
to do that, huh?

M.J.: Yeah, well,
his temper's up.
He wouldn't even try
to understand.

Adam: Yeah.

M.J.: If anybody...
Can understand what I did.
I'm, uh...
Thinking about going away
for a while.

Adam: It's probably a good idea.

M.J.: Try to get my perspective
back, you know, figure out
where I'm going from here.

Adam: It's funny.
I'd give anything to have
my old perspective back.
I wish...I wish this thing were
like a nightmare, and we all
wake up and none of this
really happened.
But it did.
And, uh, there's nothing
we can do about that.
Part of me is always gonna
love you, M.J.
I hope you, uh...
I hope you find what
you're looking for.

Lisa: Oh, I'm doing some
preliminary editing on Felicia's
new novel.

Jamie: Really?

Lisa: Yeah.
Punctuation, spelling,
you know.

Jamie: All the fun stuff, huh?

Lisa: Right.

Jamie: Well, you looked like
you were really into it.
Is it really torrid and steamy
like all her other books?

Lisa: I'm not absorbing it.
Just correcting.

Jamie: Uh-huh.
Well, do you have a deadline
for this?

Lisa: No.
No deadline.

Jamie: Then I suggest you and I
take advantage of this beautiful
evening and go for a walk.

[Thunder]

Lisa: Didn't Wally just say
there was a storm coming?

Jamie: There is, yes.

Lisa: It's raining.

Jamie: I know, but storms
this time of year...
They're like light shows.
They're beautiful.
And the rain is soft and warm--

Lisa: Oh, I think I'd rather
stay here.

Jamie: Don't you remember
the night we got locked
on the roof?
How it drizzled the next
morning?
Remember?

Lisa: And we almost
got pneumonia.

Jamie: Yeah, but you gotta
admit, it was romantic.

Lisa: Yeah, it was nice.

Jamie: Ok, forget the walk.
Let's go up on the roof,
and I'll have Wally lock us out
so tight--

Lisa: Um, Jamie, you know,
when I get into editing,
I like to keep going with it.

Jamie: Ok.
No walk, no roof.
Then how about if you read
out loud to me as you edit?
The truth is, just between
you and me, I'm really a fan
of Felicia's books.

Lisa: Uh...
Um, I'm not really good
at reading out loud.

Jamie: Really?
Then I'll read it.

Lisa: No!
Then I couldn't edit.

Jamie: Let me take a stab
at guessing the plot then.
Ok?
There's a guy.
There's a girl.
How am I doing so far?

Lisa: I told you, I wasn't
paying attention to the story.

Jamie: And they're someplace
very warm.
By the water.
There's white sand.
And the sweet scent of love
is in the air.
He takes her in his arms...
He whispers passionate things
in her ear, and she's helpless
to resist, and as the moon
descends beneath the dark blue
horizon, so do they,
onto the sand.

Felicia: Lisa?

Jamie: Hey!

Felicia: Honey, why does she
keep running away from you?
What did you say to her?

Jamie: I--it wasn't me.
It was your book.

Felicia: My book?
What book?

Clara: Goodness, listen
to that thunder.

Donna: Clara, I thought
you were asleep.

Clara: Who could sleep
through all that noise?
I made myself a cup of cocoa.
I've always found it relaxing,
nice hot drink.
Well, sit down.
Any word from Michael
and Victoria?

Clara: Oh, now what do we do?
Where are the candles, Donna?
Can you see?

Donna: The batteries are dead.

Clara: Oh!

Ada: Oh, dear, oh, dear,
oh, dear.
I knew it was going to happen.
Isn't it a terrible storm?

Donna: Oh, thank heavens.

Ada: It almost woke me up.
It really did.

Donna: This is wonderful.
It's just in time.

Ada: Oh, Miss Donna, wait!
You're not going out there,
not in that storm!

Donna: Yes, I'm going to go
look for John.

Jamie: I was joking,
but obviously she didn't
find it very funny.

Felicia: Joking about a book?

Jamie: About your book.
She was reading your book,
and I made some dumb cracks
about it, cracks that I thought
were harmless enough,
but she got all upset
and ran out of here.

Felicia: My book, and she was
writing in it, right?

Jamie: Editing, proofreading,
making corrections, that kind
of thing.
And she wouldn't show me
your book, like she was afraid
I'd steal your ideas
or something.

Felicia: Yes, probably.

Jamie: Tell her I'm out of
the book-writing business.

Felicia: I will.
Honey, she's been on edge.
Don't be upset with her.

Jamie: I'm not upset.
I'm just--I'm worried about her.
This thing came straight out of
left field.

Felicia: I know.
I'm sure this is just
a momentary thing.
She'll get over it.

Jamie: I hope so.
I though we could do something
tonight together.
Listen, I'm gonna--I'm gonna go
to the hospital and catch up on
some paperwork.
If you see her, would you have
her call me there, please?

Felicia: I will, I will.
And honey, I'm sure this will
pass, all right?
Hang in there.

Jamie: I will

Felicia: Ok.

Jamie: Bye.

Wallingford: What do you see
in there, Chad, the future?

Chad: No, I have given up
on predictions, Wally.
I've been wrong too many times.

Wallingford: Yeah.
Hi, Adam.

Adam: Hey, Wally.

Wallingford: What can I get you?

Adam: Whiskey.

Wallingford: Coming right up.
Adam, I was sorry to hear about
the wedding.

Adam: Yeah, well...
I guess some things just aren't
meant to happen.

Woman: Buy a girl a drink? We're in for some storm. I love
storms, don't you?

Man: I like some better
than others.

Wallingford: That is not
the kind of clientele we're
looking for.
I may have to ask her to leave.

Woman: I love to lie in bed...
All cozy...

(Adam sees the hooker as M.J.) M.J.: Listen to the rain
pounding against the
window pane.

Man: Sounds good.

M.J.: Ooh, it is.
In fact, it's great.
It's very relaxing.
You know...You look a little
tense to me.
Cute.
But tense.
I know how to fix it, though.
I know somebody who gives
the most wonderful massages.

Man: Oh, where can I find this,
uh, somebody?

M.J.: You found her, baby.
And she found you.
And we're gonna have...
The most wonderful night.

Felicia: That's why I want you
to tell me!
Honey, I wanna help you, please.

Lisa: No, you can't help. Nobody can help.

Felicia: I don't believe that, not for a minute. What are you doing
with your life? You're denying that you even have one! You have a terrific guy
who is in love with you, honey, and you're punishing yourself for no reason!

Lisa: For a good reason!

Felicia: What is the reason?

Lisa: Jamie cannot know
the truth about me.

Felicia: What is the truth?
Tell me.

Lisa: I can't, Felicia,
I just want to be alone.

Felicia: Lisa, please, honey.
You keep writing in the diary
every day, and I know that
you're thinking about
nothing else.
Can't you please try
and talk to me about it?
Tell me what's going on.

Lisa: I can't, Felicia, I can't.

Felicia: Lisa...Lisa...
Oh, baby, can't you trust me?
I love you so much.
I want so much to help you.
I will always feel the way
I feel about you,
no matter what.
I will love you...
Always the way I do right now.

Clara: Oh, John, dear,
I was worried sick.
Look at you, you're just
soaked through.
Donna should have taken
an umbrella.

John: I'm all right.

Clara: Where is Donna?

John: I don't know.

Clara: Well, didn't she
find you?

John: What do you mean?

Clara: She went looking for you.
I thought you might be
in the garage.

John: Well, I was.

Clara: Well, it's odd
she didn't see you.

[Sniffs]

John: What's burning?

Clara: What?

John: I smell smoke.

Clara: I don't smell anything.

Ada: The fire!
Oh, Miss Clara!
Mr. John! The flames!

John: What flames? Where?

Ada: In the garage,
behind the house!

John: Donna's out there.

Ada: Yes.

Donna: Somebody help!
[Coughing]
somebody help me, please!

John: Donna?
Donna, you in there?

Donna: John! John!

John: Stay away from the door!
It's locked!

[Donna coughing]

John: Donna!

Donna: John, don't go that way.

John: Donna, just talk to me!

Donna: I'm over here.

John: Where are you?

Donna: I'm over here.

John: Just keep talking,
so I can...
I got you.
Come on.

[Donna coughing]

John: Uhh!

[Both coughing]

John: Oh, you're all right.

Clara: Good boy, you got her
out of there.
Are you all right, dear?
Are you hurt?

Felicia: Oh, Lisa...
Can you try and help me to
understand what you're saying?
You were raped...
And it wasn't Glaser?

Lisa: No.

Felicia: Then, who?
And when, honey?

Lisa: I was 14 when it happened.
Not a day goes by that I don't
remember again.
And I don't--it doesn't happen
again in my mind, and then,
when Glaser attacked me,
he--it was the same.
He did the same things.
He said the same things!

Felicia: I know.
I know, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, Lisa.
I understand, I do.
I understand all of it now.

Lisa: It's like it happened
yesterday.
It's just--it's right there.

Felicia: I know, I know.
That's why you keep pulling away
from Jamie.

Lisa: I don't want Jamie
to know!

Felicia: It's ok.
You know, Jamie is not going to
love you any less.

Lisa: I don't know why
he did it.

Felicia: Who, darling?
Who did this to you?
Tell me.

Lisa: No, I don't want to talk
about it anymore.

Felicia: All right.
All right, you don't have to.
Just--just answer one question
for me, can you?
Have you kept this a secret from
everyone all this time?

Lisa: You're the only one
who knows.

Felicia: Oh, baby girl.

Lisa: I'm ashamed, Felicia.

Felicia: Oh, no, Lisa. No.
Don't you say that.
Don't you ever be ashamed.
Now, listen to me.
Listen to me.
I want so much to help you,
and to understand everything.
Ok?
I know you've been writing in
your diary every day.
And--and I think that it might
make things a little easier...
And help me to understand if...
if maybe you could let me
read it.
May I?

Lisa: Oh...

Felicia: Lisa, please?
I just want to understand.
Felicia, reading: "Writing's
fine for Tony, but it doesn't
change anything.
Writing's for people who want
to remember.
That's the last thing that
I want.
Why won't people leave me alone?
Why did Glaser make me remember
that night when I was 14?
Mom was downstairs entertaining
her friend.
I could hear her laughing.
I didn't know what to do.
I had to get out of there."

Captain: Come on, Adam.
Woman: Who does he think he is?

Captain: He's a good cop, that's who he is, and he's got a built-in sense of
when there's going to be trouble.

Woman: But we're not bothering anybody.

Man: And we were just leaving.

Captain: Fine, go!
Come on, Adam.

Adam: Captain, she's a hooker.

Captain: Yeah, I don't care
about her.
I care about you, now come
with me.

Adam: She walked in here.
She spent 2 minutes trying to
pick this guy up at the bar.

Captain: I'm not talking
about that.
I mean you and M.J.

Adam: It's not a subject for
discussion.

Captain: Now, look, I know
things have been rough down
at the station house for
the last couple of--

Adam: Didn't you hear what I
just said?

Captain: Look, all I'm trying
to say is I know I could've been
a little easier on you.

Adam: Captain, it's not you.
It's not the station house.
It's me, that's all, all right?

Captain: No, no, Adam, I-I'm not
buying that.

Adam: Well, just lay off.

Captain: Adam!
You're the best cop I've got.
Now, you pour yourself into
a case.
You work long hours.
It's just that a guy like me
tends to forget that people need
social lives.

Adam: Am I not making myself
clear?
Look, it's not the long hours.
It's not you.
It's not the station house.

Captain: All I'm trying to say
is you and M.J. are...
very important to me.
I mean, I...
I like you guys.
I know how rough things have
been lately.

Adam: Thanks, captain.

Captain: All right, here's what
I want you to do.

Adam: I'm not taking any advice
on this.

Captain: All right, then here's
what I'm telling you to do.
Take some time off.

Adam: Ok.

Captain: I mean, we've got
a case load we can handle
down there.
We can work without you for
a while.

Adam: I said ok!

Captain: Ok?

Adam: Yeah. When can I start?

Captain: Well, good, good!
You've already started.
Listen, and I don't want you
hanging around Bay City here,
either.
Do what I do.
Hop on a plane and take off.
Find yourself some ocean,
or a mountain where you can just
sit and think about nothing.

Adam: As much as I hate to admit
it, I think you're right.

Captain: Well, that's why I'm
the captain.
Ah, you'll come back refreshed
and raring to go, then you and
M.J. can sit down and talk
things out.

Adam: I, uh, I don't think
that's going to happen.

Captain: All right, then, you
and M.J. will just sit down.

Adam: Hey, Captain, look...
Vacation first, then we'll see.

Captain: You're right.
Right, we'll take it one step
at a time.

Adam: Thanks.
Thanks for the talk.

Captain: Aw, forget it.
Now, let me buy you a drink.

Adam: No, no.
When I finish this...
I got a bag to pack.
I want to get out of here.

Captain: Good.
Oh, and do me a favor, Adam.
Think about M.J. while you're
gone, eh?

Clara: You all right now, John?

John: I'm fine, I'm fine.

Clara: Ooh, Donna.
You poor dear.
You better now?

Donna: I-I will be if I could
just stop... [Coughing]
stop cough--

[doorbell ringing]

John: I'll get you some water.

Clara: Oh, she's already got
some water.

John: Get her some more water!

Donna: John, I'm fine, really.
I'll be ok.
I'll be ok.

[Coughing]

John: I ought to call Richard...
Are you all right?

Donna: Yeah.

Clara: Oh.

Donna: Oh, Jamie, I'm so glad
you came... [Coughing]

Jamie: Clara told me what
happened.
Thank God John was there
in time.
How are you feeling?

John: She's coughing a lot.

Jamie: Well, that's to be
expected.

John: She can't seem to catch
her breath.

Clara: John...
Dr. Frame will take care
of Donna.
He's a doctor.
He can handle things.

John: Right.

Ada: I got a blanket.
Oh, Dr. Frame, I'm so glad
you're here.
There's not very many doctors,
you know, that make house calls
these days.
Oh, there you go, now, you've
got to keep yourself nice
and warm.

Jamie: Tell me, how did the fire
start in the garage, anyway?

Donna: I... [Coughs]
I think it was my fault.
I dropped this kerosene lantern.

John: Is she going to be
all right?

Jamie: She's going to be
just fine.
Some labored breathing for
a while, but that will pass.
How about you, John?
How are you feeling?

John: Well, other than these
headaches, I'm ok.

Jamie: Well, good.
Now, I want both of you to get
some rest.
Donna, I want you to spend
the rest of the night in bed.

Donna: Jamie, I-- [coughs]
really, I don't need to...

Jamie: Doctor's orders.
Come on, I'll take you to
your room.

Ada: I'll give you help.
You need a nice, hot bath.
That's what you need.

[Donna coughing]

Felicia: Lisa...

Lisa: Did you read it?

Felicia: Yes.
And now, I finally understand
everything that you've been
going through and why you've
been so upset.

Lisa: I should've told you
before.
It wasn't fair.

Felicia: Oh, baby girl...
What wasn't fair is that you
held all of this inside and
didn't share it with anybody.
For all this time. Why?

Lisa: I didn't think anyone
would understand.

Felicia: Even your mom and dad?

Lisa: Felicia...
They would've thought it was
my fault!
They--they would think--
they thought I asked for it.

Felicia: No, no, no.
No one would ever have
thought that.
No.
Now, listen to me.
You--you have to stop feeling
ashamed here.
The people that love you have
a right to know what you've
been going through.
They deserve to know, and you
deserve their understanding.

Lisa: You think Jamie's going to
understand this?

Felicia: Yes, I do.
What he doesn't understand is
why you keep pushing him
away now.

Lisa: I can't tell him about
this right now.

Felicia: Would you like me to
try and tell him?

Lisa: No, no, no.
I have to.
I just can't yet.

Felicia: Ok.
I understand.

Lisa: Sometimes I get so scared.

Felicia: Of course you do.
But now is the time for you to
stop being scared, ok?
It's time for you to confide
in Jamie.
He loves you very much and
I know that you love him.

Lisa: I do.

Felicia: So, you will tell him?

Lisa: When the time is right.

Felicia: Ok.
I know everything will be better
if you do it.
I know it will.

Lisa: You're not going to say
anything to Jamie, are you?

Felicia: No, of course I won't.
But I do know he'll understand.
I know that.
You know, Lisa...
If you find it hard to tell him,
why don't you put it in here.
And you give him this,
and let him read it.

Vince: Aw, deader than
a doornail.
That phone company...

Mary: It's the storm.

Vince: Whatever it is, we're not
going to get through to Alaska.

Mary: Don't you think that they
probably took off hours and
hours ago, at the latest?

Vince: Well, I figure they had
to set down somewhere because of
the storm, and if we can get
through to Alaska, we might be
able to get their charter number
and track them down.

Mary: Well, that would be nice
to spare them the shock of
no wedding.

Vince: Well, though they did--
yes, sir, I'm pretty good,
you know.

Mary: What do you mean?

Vince: Well, getting Cass and Kathleen (some missing here)

Vince: Well, I wasn't so sure he
wasn't going to disappear again.
I didn't take my eyes off him
until he said, "I do."

Mary: Doesn't that prove that
this probably is nothing more
than just a temporary setback?

Vince: I don't follow.

Mary: Kathleen's first wedding
ceremony was a total disaster,
but because they loved each
other so much, it had to happen.

Vince: Oh, that is a lovely
thought, Mary.
Only, Adam wasn't kidnapped
the way Cass was.
Adam is feeling overworked and
burned out.

M.J.: I know you are.
Uh, Chad, I-I'm leaving town
for a while.
I just thought you might want
to know.

Chad: You're what?

M.J.: I just need to get out of
the city for a while.

Chad: Well, where are you going?

M.J.: Doesn't really matter.
Anywhere where I can think.

Chad: Well...

M.J.: Wait a minute.
I think you ought to know that
I didn't tell Adam about you.
None of this is even going to
affect you.

Chad: What do you mean, none of
this is going to affect me?

M.J.: I mean that you can
stay here.
You can keep living your life.

Chad: Oh, well, that's just
peachy.

M.J.: Well, I just--I thought
you might want to know.

Chad: Why didn't you say
anything about me?

M.J.: What good would it do?

Chad: Well, it's made things
a lot clearer for Adam, as far
as you're concerned.

M.J.: Things are perfectly clear
for Adam, thanks to whoever sent
him that tape.
My problem is that...
Adam just doesn't want to be
married to a former hooker.
There's really no point in
dragging you into it.

Chad: Will you tell me where
you're going?

M.J.: I got 3/4 of a tank of gas
in my car.
When that runs out, I guess I'll
decide.

Chad: Well, when that tank runs
out, I want to be there.
I can help you get over Adam.

M.J.: This isn't something you
can fix, Chad.
It's too late.

Chad, whispering: M.J...

M.J.: Please don't.

Chad: It's not too late for us.

M.J.: Us?

Chad: Sweetie, you're not going
anywhere alone.
I'm going with you.

Clara, whispering: Donna...

Donna: Clara, listen, I'll stay
with John for a while.

Clara: I thought you were
asleep, dear.

Donna: Well, I was, but I'm
feeling much better now.
Look, I really think you should
get some rest.
I'll keep John company.

Clara: Well, I'm just a little
worried about him.
I don't like that headache
of his.
I just want to be sure he's
all right.

Donna: I promise I'll see to it
that he is, ok?

Clara: Well, I am a little
tired, but, honey, you've been
through so much tonight.

Donna: I am fine, really.
I'm not even coughing anymore
at all.

Clara: But you should really be
getting back to bed.

Donna: I promise I will
very soon.
Now, come on, let me walk you up
the stairs.